I am a refugee

in this state of mind

warming my basic fears

at the fire of fever,

cooling my expectations

at the icy mound of years

Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-02 at 10:25

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A brilliant observational poem. I just love 'the icy mound of years'. I remember at forty-five 'coming over all cold' at the realisation I was three quarters of the way to sixty! Now? One year follows another, and the number increments by just one so what the hell!